The fading light of a November dusk
Wet leaves from yesterday’s rain
Cover the garden and sidewalk
The plodding steps of a passerby
The crows are quiet now
It feels soft and warm in the house
Maybe time for hot tea and a cookie
I’m ignoring my book now
Just as I’ve ignored writing
The depth of this moment tugs at me
It is another day waning
They are passing too quickly now
Their haste brings an emptiness
And I try to fill it with fading light
Never
Works
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